So I had this story in mind for awhile. I always hoped that Jenny would return during season 6 (sadly she didn't), and this is my version of how the events would have gone if she would have come back. The story takes place during season 6 and continues after the finale. it's mainly about Nenny, but also contains some Chair and Derena. I hope you'll like it.

Sorry in advance if I might mess up with times or phrases, but English isn't my main language and I always hated grammar at school ;)

Nate was quite concerned about the latest Gossip Girl blast. If Rufus really would sue the Spectator and him, it could cause a lot of trouble. Trouble that he currently clearly couldn't need. Dan had just left, trying to talk to his father to set everything straight and trying to prevent the claim. Nate wasn't sure if he could do that.

He got up from his desk, and went out to his assistant's desk. His lawyer needed to get informed – just in case. The second he walked out of his office, she walked already up to him.

„Mr. Archibald, the driver of the town car is there to pick you up", Carol stated.

Nate only looked at her confused. He didn't expect a car, neither was he going anywhere. There was no appointment waiting for him.

„Ah, Carol, there must be a mistake. I have no car ordered. And please, could you call Mr. Andrew Tyler. I need to talk to him asap", he only replied, not even paying attention to the driver waiting for him.

„Sorry Mr. Archibald", the driver spoke up and walked forward, „I have order to pick you up and drive you over to the show. Mr. Bass, Ms. Waldorf and Ms. Van der Woodsen will await you there."

Chuck, Blair and Serena will wait there? WTF have they planned again? What kind of show is that?, he mused.

„They didn't tell me about a show. What is it about?", he asked curious.

The driver held out a paper card, that looked like an invitation.

„The Marc Jacobs fashion show is tonight. They are awaiting you there", he answered stiffly.

Nate only snorted. A fashion show? Are they serious? And not even one of Blair.

„Well, I'm sorry that you came all the way here, but I have a business to run and fashion shows ain't my thing. So just tell my friends I'm sorry, but I won't come. Carol, the call please."

Nate turned around and was already on his way back to his office, when the driver spoke up once more.

„Sorry Mr. Archibald, but I have to insist on taking you to the show. Mr. Jacobs made it pretty clear that you have to be there. So would you kindly join me. I'm just trying to do my job."

„Why does he want me there?", Nate asked confused, while turning around again. „That makes no sense."

„I don't know, Sir. I'm just the driver. But maybe it's because you run a lifestyle magazine, and he is showing his new line to the world today. Maybe he wants you to write about it. Sir, we're running late. I have to pick up two other guests as well. Can we please leave now?"

Nate thought about the words of the driver. Somehow they made sense. Even though it would have been smarter to just call up his office and invite him a few weeks in advance, and not on the day of the show by sending a driver over.

He sighed. „Fine, just give me five to pull up my things. Carol, tell Mr. Tyler I need to talk to him first thing in the morning."

His assistant only nodded shortly, and went straight back to her table. Nate grabbed his belongings out of his office and followed the driver out to the car. Not even knowing where they would go.

Thirty minutes later the car stopped in front of an old warehouse in Brooklyn. If there wouldn't have been a red carpet and tons of people entering the building, Nate would have thought this was a fucking joke.

„We're there, Mr. Archibald. Enjoy the evening", the driver said kindly.

„Thank you. I hope I will", he replied dryly, and emerged out of the car.

He walked over to the entrance, and walked up to the door. The doorman looked up at him, and gave him a short smile. Nate stepped in a huge foyer, which was crowded by people. Tons of round stand tables were pulled up, and all kind of folks had gathered around them while chatting with each other.

Nate tried to find a familiar face, but couldn't spot any of his friends. He was still wandering why he came at all. A young brunette woman walked up to him.

„Mr. Archibald, am I right? You're running the Spectator", she addressed at him.

Nate nodded and smiled. „Yes, you're right."

„Hi, I'm Joanna Collins, the assistant of Mr. Jacobs. Pleasure to meet you. We have seated you and your friends in the first row. Feel free to already step inside, your friends have already arrived", she explained while pointing over to a huge open double door.

„Thanks, I will", he only brought out. Still confused by the entire situation.

He entered the main hall. It was an old, huge store house, as it seemed. In the middle was a stage built up with a runway through half of the room. On both sides were seating rows. The most places were already taken.

Nate walked closer to the runway, looking to both sides to find his friends. He spotted them immediately. They were placed on the left side. Eleanor and Lily came first, deep in a conversation. Next to Lily was Serena, followed by Blair and Chuck, who looked quite bored. Which was more than understandable to Nate. To his surprise he found on the right side Rufus Humphrey and Ivy sitting. And also Dan had found his way to this show. He hadn't mentioned it at all, when they spoke earlier that day. He just shrugged this entire thing off, and went over to Chuck.

„So, how come that we all got invited? I can't remember that we're all that close with Marc Jacobs. The girls – maybe, but us?", he asked casually.

Chuck gazed up to him, and gave him a small smile. „Well, maybe he fell in love with one of us and the girls are his excuse to invite us", he joked. „I don't know either why we're here. A driver came and picked us up, and here we are."

Nate narrowed his eyes. „Weird, the same happened with me. I thought you guys had anything planned again."

„No, not this time. Guess we'll find out soon what this is all about. Looks like the show is about to start", Chuck remarked.

Two single bell sounds were heard, and a female voice appeared through the speakers.

Ladies and gentlemen, would you please take your seats. The show is about to start.

Within five minutes all the guests had come in from the foyer, and all seats were taken. The lights were dimmed, and two spotlights were flying over the stage. And all the sudden Marc Jacobs stood on stage. The crowd started to whisper, as this was not the normal way a fashion show would start. The designer always came at the end of the show on stage, not at the beginning.

Marc held up a microphone and started to speak.

"Good evening New York, hello Brooklyn. It's a pleasure to be here. My dear friends, colleagues, and maybe enemies … I'm so delighted to see you all here tonight and join me during the upcoming show. I've recently had the pleasure to work with a few very talented young designers during a work shop. And one of them amazed me that much that I had to bring this talent with me here. Not only that this young designer has an amazing eye when it comes to fashion, no this designer even creates a whole new fashion world. And I'm so thrilled that I can introduce you to her tonight … please welcome one of your own, Brooklyn.

Ladies and gentlemen, Marc Jacobs proudly presents Lady J. Humphrey Designs!"

Marc stepped aside, and the first model walked up to the stage and the runway. The crowd started applauding the young woman, who did her job just perfect. But six people on the left, as well as two people on the right of the runway only starred at her in astonishment.

Chuck turned to Nate. „Well, here we have our explanation. Looks like Little J is back", he whispered. Nate was still trying to comprehend what Marc Jacobs just said, but it looked like Chuck was right. He gazed over to Dan and Rufus, who both had a surprised expression on their faces. They both didn't know. No one knew what this was all about. He couldn't help but smile, this was so Jenny like.

He looked over to Blair, who seemed outraged. Chuck and Serena both tried to calm her down, and not make a scene in front of all these people. Somehow Nate could understand her, but on the other hand – it was over two years ago and she was with Chuck now, at least somehow.

The show went on. Female as well as male models presented Jenny's first collection. On from what Nate could tell, it was great. She had mixed up old with new styles. Creating a whole new style; elegant, but crazy – innocent, but sexy – old fashion, but modern. To say the least, it was outstanding.

The reactions of the crowd for each new ensemble being presented, confirmed Nate's opinion. They loved it. Where ever he looked, people were whispering, pointing to the models and appreciating what they saw. Whether it were long evening gowns, short cocktail dresses, business clothes for men and women, or street wear. Jenny had brought up clothes for the entire range, but mostly – they weren't exclusive. Everyone could wear them, but still they looked very special and unique.

Nate always knew how talented she was. She had proofed it already a few years ago, but seeing this show. He truly was amazed by her talent. Nevertheless he also had this knot in his stomach. Not even knowing where it was coming from.

He should be happy for his former friend. Are they even friends now? She invited him, so probably yes. But what if she only invited him to rub her success under his nose? To show everyone who let her down back then and gave up on her (which somehow included him), that she was never really defeated. That she only needed to get away to raise her entire potential – to rise like a phoenix from the flames.

A black haired model in a coral red evening dress was just walking up the runway. She was holding a little bouquet in her hands, which made her look like a bridesmaid. And obviously she was. The next model coming on stage was wearing a wonderful creme white wedding dress. As far as Nate could tell it was strapless, but the veil made it hard to tell.

The upper part of the dress was a corsage. It was completely embroidered with roses. Only along the hem line the roses were embroidered in the color burgundy. The corsage was held in a V-cut. A burgundy ribbon formed the final end. The lower part of the dress was floor-length and had also along the hem embroided burgundy roses. The model was wearing a crinoline beneath, which made her look like a lady of earlier centuries.

Although Nate was never into weddings or wedding dresses, he had to admit that he liked this one. He could picture his future wife to be to wear this kind of dress when they would get married. Ok, and this is clearly the reason why men shouldn't attend fashion shows. Am I really thinking about my future wedding? God, I don't even know what kind of relationship I have with Sage. These thoughts are beyond crazy.

He gazed over to the bride model. Something about her felt so familiar, but he couldn't tell what. Due to the veil he couldn't even say how this girl looked like. You couldn't see whether she had black, brown or blonde hair. The veil covered her entire head well. Nate started to wonder how she could even see through it, if he wasn't even able to see her face.

Nate snapped out of his thoughts, watching the show on the runway. The „bride" had stopped in the middle of the runway, and sank down to her knees. Her bridesmaid and what looked like the groom had walked up to her, covering her with black cloths. Building a sort of cube around her.

The lights started to flash, and whirl around the scenery and crowd. The female voice, which had announced earlier that the show would start soon, appeared again through the speakers.

Brooklyn, New York, please welcome back your daughter: Miss Jennifer Tallulah Humphrey!

A few more lights flashed over the stage, before the entire lights went out and four light spots were directed on the two models on stage, which still held the cloths up.

In a sudden movement they let the cloths down, and a golden blonde Jenny Humphrey appeared in an outstanding white dress. She smiled all over the face, when the crowd started to cheer and applause.

Nate couldn't take his eyes of the young girl on the runway. There she was, and she looked like back in the days when he had moved in to the Humphrey loft. Her hair was waist long and golden blonde again, she obviously had stopped dyeing them. And also her make-up was light, making her look totally natural.

But what got the most to him, was the dress she was wearing. It made her look matured and grown up. She was wearing a white, very sexy evening dress. Which she obviously had worn underneath the wedding dress. Is it even normal that designers present their own clothes?, Nate thought. He was pretty sure that Jenny had been the bride.

His gaze went over her entire being. The dress was totally made out of white lace and had only one strap, which went over her right shoulder. Then it continued like a boob tube, only her breasts were covered with white cups. On the left side the lace continued down her waist to the skirt. Her belly, her back and the right waist were shown in it's entirety. She was wearing white panties beneath the skirt. The skirt started short on the left and turned floor-length to the right. Giving an extraordinary view of her wonderful long legs.

I would kill to have her legs curled around my waist. Nate had to take a couple of deep breaths, while looking at this stunning young woman in front of him. He didn't even realized that the crowd around him had gotten up to it's feet, giving the young designer standing ovations.

„Man, who would have thought that Jennifer could pull up such a show! It's amazing, don't you think?", Chuck screamed over the loud crowd. „Hey, are you OK, Nathaniel?" , he asked with concern, when he saw the pale face of his friend, who was the only one still seated.

Nate's mind went wild and was spinning massively. There she was, the young girl he used to love so long ago. The girl, he had been so proud of. The girl, that he had rejected – more than once. WHY? The girl, that had lost her path. The girl, that had lost her virginity to his best friend. FUCK WHY? The girl, that had left town without even saying goodbye to him. WHAT THE FUCK, WHY?

Now she stood there, just a few feet away from him on that runway. Celebrating her first collection of her own fashion line. This couldn't be true. This clearly was all just a fucking nightmare. He saw Chuck's concerned face, could hear him say something, but not understanding what. Nate only gazed at the so familiar face, that now looked straight over to him.

Two pairs of blue eyes connected. She smiled brightly at him, and it was a genuine, friendly smile. As much as he used to love this smile, and looking into her wonderful eyes, he couldn't stand it right now. He wasn't even sure why, but all he knew was that he needed to get out of here – now and fast.

Nate immediately got up from his chair. Still holding the gaze with Jenny. She looked so damn beautiful and sexy in that dress. It was truly killing him.

„I'm sorry, I have to go", he only threw in Chuck's direction, and without another word he started to walk out as fast as possible.

If he would have turned around, he would have seen the short hurt expression on Jenny's face before she was joined on the runway by Marc Jacobs, celebrating her victory. But Nate was already in the foyer, making his way through to get out and drive home. As far away from this place as he could.

Nate arrived thirty minutes later at the Empire. He walked straight into the penthouse, and into his room. He was caught by surprise when he saw Sage sitting on his bed, waiting for him.

„Hi, I hope it's alright that I'm here", she said shyly, after seeing his stressed expression.

Nate shortly nodded. „Sure it is. Actually … actually I could need some distraction. It was quite a fucked up day", he stated, and went over to her to kiss her.

„Really? What happened? You can tell me, if you want."

He sat down on the bed next to her. Not even sure where to start.

„Well, you know that I published Dan's chapter about his father. According to Gossip Girl, he wants to sue the Spectator and me. And as much as I hate to admit it, but Gossip Girl was mainly never wrong with her postings. So all I can do now, is hope he won't. Then a person popped up, where I didn't imagine I would ever see her again. And during my ride here, I got a phone call from some woman of Vanity Fair, telling me that I'm no longer allowed to publish Dan's chapters as he obviously signed the rights over to them. I only had a verbal deal with him, so now the Spectator is out of the game."

He sighed, and let his head hang down while ruffling his hands through his hair. Sage turned over to him, hugging him from the back.

„Don't worry. I'm sure everything is going to be alright. You're amazing in your job, and you'll find a way to handle things with Dan. But mostly, you got me by your side to get through it", she said sweetly. Holding back the thought of Jenny Humphrey being back in town. Of course Gossip Girl had blogged it the second she had appeared on stage. As much as Sage had tried to be confident about her relationship with Nate, she wasn't sure what Jenny's return to New York would mean for them.

"I hope you're right. The Spectator is all I have. I don't want to lose him", Nate confessed to her.

He got up from the bed, took of his jacket and shirt, grabbed Sage by the waist to pin her down on his bed. He really needed some distraction. Deep down inside him a tiny voice started to speak. You know that you'd rather be with someone else now. You can try to deny it, but you can't run from the truth.